Me after looking at the new theme and PFP
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It's funny how I am this happy when my life is falling apart or maybe I have lost my remaining brain cells or maybe something amazing is about to happen or maybe I am high on filtered water or maybe I am mehh
It's strange how we miss them in a room full of people, when we are surrounded with love.
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my mother asked me "are you even straight?" to my statement of "If I EVER marry a man, that is.." and as soon as she says it, i go blank, and then like clouds emerging, i look at her, and I don't know what to say. I have practiced and practiced for this, but I..go blank. I jokingly say the closet is made of glass, but she doesn't get it. Your eyes come in front of me and I want to tell her that I like your eyes very much, and how the sunlight kisses your face, but my mother is not very fond of poetry. She says know yourself first, and I nod, I wish to say, I have known myself through her touch, her eyes, her hands, her body, her mind, her laugh. She touches me, and I know my body, her hands rake through my back, and I get to know I am ticklish at my back. She is my religion. I see myself in her, and her in me. I know myself when her lips, touch mine gently, with a fire of the unkown and the hunger of the known. She is my religion, and I kneel at her altar. I know myself best when I am kneeling at her altar.
I don't say this, so I just say, "I don't know, maybe"
maybe is your name.
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Unfortunately I can't be your cool nonchalant mysterious partner and would be jealous of each and every single human who has the privilege to see your smile, look you in the eye, hold your hand and simply be in your presence ever.